| Pineapple, crabapple, sweet smellin' lime
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| Graham crackers, egg sauces, rhythm in time
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| Song bittersweet, a musical treat
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| I’m ridin' my bike singin' good things to eat
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| Look at the colors, six kinds of green
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| Blue, yellow flowers with orange in-between
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| Butterfly wings such delicate things
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| I’m ridin' along with my eyes wide open
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| And I’m singin' a song, singin' a song
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| I’m wheelin', I’m feelin', I’m happy and strong
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| Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
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| I smell a skunk cabbage walkin' on the bog walk
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| If I’m quiet enough I’ll even hear the frogs talk
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| La-la, la
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| La-la, la
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| Lyin' in a meadow with bluegrass and clover
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| Soft summer breezes cover me over
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| Weaving a bloom on harmony’s loom
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| Daffodils humming a hummingbird’s tune
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| Honeysuckle, milkweed, delightful temptation
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| Blackberries, chokecherries, nature’s creation
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| A fragrance so rare like little kids' hair
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| It’s here now, it’s there now, it’s everywhere
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| And I’m singin' a song, singin' a song
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| It’s real and I’m feelin' it’s fragile and strong
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| Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
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| Toes goin' squish-squash, slidin' through the wet moss
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| A ditch runnin' gurgle slush, I think I’ll try to jump across
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| La-la, la
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| Hair streaming windblown; |
| legs wheeling round and round
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| Road racin' under me, my bike blends into the sounds
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| Of rhythm and time and seasons and rhyme
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| I’m riding along and I feel like singing
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| So I’ll sing you a song, sing you a song
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| I’m reelin', I’m feelin', I’m happy and strong
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| Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
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| Sing you a song, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
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| Wheelin' along, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
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| Sing you a song, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
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| Wheelin' along, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
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| Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pineapple Crabapple , by - The Free Design. Song from the album There Is A Song, in the genre Поп